I've come to realize that there are some things in life which matter a lot ,and for which words are just not enough to express or describe.Then,there are things which u want to express in ur own way,dissecting every small detail with great precision ,so that they become evergreen and become etched in the history of ur life!!This blog is for all such things..Read on to find more!!

As i stand on the brink of the completion of my second year at IITR,i've grown to hate this place in more ways than one...Initially twas just the place,n now the people too....coz all i know is whenever i've tried to look for a friend here,more often than not ,i've hit the dirt...Nd so i guess the tym is right to take a firm resolve -never to trust any walkin creature at this weird place..."friendship" isnt sumthin that is the norm here...i'm completely fed up of people...just wanna take my degree as soon as possible and move outta here....This is the last poem i'll wite this sem n this one goes with a heavy heart...........

The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the seaIt lingered there, so warm and fairto walk with meAll summer long, we sang a song and strolled on golden sandTwo sweet hearts, and the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights went flyin' byThe world was new, beneath a blue umbrella skyBeside those killing fightswe climbed the mountains and scaled new heights-and painted new coloursThe breeze so soothin always blewEvery moment worth through and through-one summer worth more than a thousand others

The young flowersand the mellow colours-the sweet intoxication they bredThe clouds,stars and the rainbowsseemed like placebos-a face that always blushed redI had you besides for hours longThose deep set eyeshad a captivation so frickin strong

There were promises madeand promises brokenthings saidand things forgottenThen softer than, a piper man- one day it called to youAnd I lost you, to the summer wind..

The sunset and the sunriseThe moon and the high skiesbring back your mem'rythe fallen leaves were all that remainedin this pain that fate ordainedAnd here this road i walk,sleeps again...

When you come back I won't be hereThey said and gently pulled me nearIf you want to talk you can callAnd no it's not your faultI called n crawledTried to climb the wallsBut a million tears was all i gotMy solemn cry it couldnt carryTo you my friend,this summer wind...

The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and goneAnd still the days, those lonely days - go on and onAnd guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never endMy fickle friend, the summer wind...______________________________________________________

Hey ...i guess this post will seem interesting to a lotta people if they happen to drop by(which obviously aint gonna happen)....its sumthin that everybody has been so eager to know about ,and those who know, couldnt help musing about!!Since time immemorial(though only till we were fortunate enuf to be school kids!) -people have asked me-who's this angel u keep mentioning about now and then??Is it some1 from the class(yeah,they sure hoped it'd be a gr8 story to gossip about if a secret crush was revealed)..but unfortunately ,that wasnt the case!! Today lemme tell u about this angel..

A pleasant day ,a warm morningThrough the field and cobblestones i ploddedmy way across Great Britainat Liverpool my destination ended

Travelled through the portals of timeCounties and cities with their proud historiesonce spoke of their courage and valourNow stood under the sky with vivid hues and colour

Mystified ,amazed and dazed I had had the time of my lifeHoped the journey would never endIt seemed like heaven for a while

Never did i know my heaven stood ere waitinReluctantly shoved my bag into the carthat smile i kept on faking

Only to find myself at the gatea huge mansion ,an amazing villai could hardly fathom the games of fateKnocked on the door ,and it opened voila!!!

A bright light all around shoneHad i seen a queen sittin on her throneThe world meltedtwere two letters i heard"hi"-a sweet symphony twasbt twas me who was the nerdKept staring in aweWords i coudnt guffaw

AN angel i had seenOr my tired eyes were being too meanAnnika was her namemade of stuff that could earn instant fameHer sweet smell caught be in an instantand for once i forgot my name!!

Those long brown hairsand the dark set eyescaught me uplike a blessing in disguiseThe way she looked and the way she smiledit seemed she had never cried

She sneezed and sneezed so high She broke her back as the evening was nighIn pain there she laybut not a frickle on her face to sayThe smile still beamedand those eyes still dreamed

With the summer breezewe talked at lengthof grass ,flowers and mighty treesShe taught me to liveShe taught me too smileeven when twas tough to walk a mileShe opened me up from shyand gave that feeling i couldnt deny

Having lost the last drop of zeal she told me about lifeadn for once my wounds,she could healthe pain i had seen would one day goShe promised me happiness to feel

Time flew and twas too shortI had to bid this heaven goodbyeIn hell once again i would rotShe hugged me once and she hugged me tighttwas more than enough i knewwith this memory i would face the night

For years i lived with that sweet mem'ryin times when i reaped solitary lost her contact too soon to beleiveher eyes i saw in my reverieAn angel she was An angel of GodTo tell me this life aint worthwileTo wish glory my soul could ride...

The waves of the ocean carry her voiceThe raindrops remind me of her memoryin times when i'm left alone without a choiceAnd if u jus though that was my first lovei'd rather come and give u a big shovecoz an angel she wasAn angel of GodTo tell me this life aint worthwileTo wish glory my soul could ride...

So i guess all ur doubts hav bin put to rest and ur'e basically feelin sorry that this subject isnt worth a good round of gossip!!!(bt who am i talkin to...HELLLLLLLLLLLO-----is nebody home?????????????)

Have u ever tried to compare ur lyf to that of a grilled sandwich???From the time it is a plain bread to the tym it comes out of the oven hot n tasty filled with a lotta stuff inside it!!The analogy,I think is very apt and so,I thougt why not just put it to words…

STAGE 1.PLAIN BREADI guess this is the stage which is the most simplest to describe ,and we all ,every now and then pretty much wish we could get back to where it all started….

A fresh, plain ,white bread, just taken out from that new packet …has its own charm…bt it never remains in that state till very long…It’s nothing without that touch of chocolate/peanut butter/cheese spread on it or without being toasted or grilled…And think about the bread too…how dearly it wants to look good,taste better and be decorated with almost anything possible!!And left to itself,it soon starts to rot away…

I guess the human psyche goes along the same lines…Wer’e but like the grilled sandwich as a child…innocent and cute,untouched by the cruel world outside,unaffected by the other such nice frsh pieces around em…lookin continuously at the elder ones’ and tryin to imbibe their qualities-trying to be lyk em every moment,and doing things the way they do…ready to fall into that trap ,which the world has woven for itself since long….

STAGE 2.DRESSING UP-CHEESE SPREAD

I can see water dripping from ur mouth already!!!But wait,hold on…its just that initial dressing up stage which gives the piece of bread a taste,a vigour, a nice soft feel…so that the one who’s gonna eat it mite well be tempted to do so!!!And that’s not all,woudnt u wanna poke ur finger into that dripping cheese once and put it to gud taste!!!

Its like that stage of our lives when we grow up for a li’l child to be a li’l boy-one who’s learned most of the good things his parents n elders could have tought him..when u talk sweetly ,and are the apple of every1’s eyes…Every1 wants to do that kid-talk with you,and wants to play around with you…wanna have a share of ur naughty escapades all the tym….wanna hug and kiss you …and be around you forever...

STAGE 3.DRESSING UP-VEGETABLES

Yeah,obviously a grilled sandwich is incomplete without vegetables(unless of course,it is a cheese grilled sandwich!!).Now this is where the garbage part comes in…though most of the people would relish the presence of these vegetables-some would prefer to deliberately let them fall down n get rid of them…

Now this is that stage of our lives where we’ve eaten that forbidden fruit of knowledge(which I’d say,mostly breads contempt),and gathered in our li’l minds all the stuff that lies before our eyes,in different forms,somethings which are digestible and some which aren’t…but nonetheless ,cluttered in our minds ,in the same way as our cluttered rooms at home…We hardly know what each thing implies and more often than once,we feel lyk we could have done without knowing a few things.This is the time when people other than those from our own circle start to influence us and cast their shadow upon us-and their presence seems to become indispensable for our very existence,and we become highly dependent on them…even if u take the tomato away,doesn’ tit still leaves behind a li’l orange coured water with a few seeds??

That’s the way it goes for us too…Although ,that’s also how we bring variety in our lives and have an option of choosing a path of our own choice-be just a cheese sandwich,or a tomato sandwich,etc,,etc…And then somehow,the taste of that delicious cheese spread which so subtly lies underneath ,fades away….

STAGE 4.THE SECOND PIECE

Hmmm….one obviously cannot imagine a sandwich without it being a pair!!Yeah,this is the stage when the second fresh piece is kept over all the work done uptil this point…

As we grow into teenagers and then responsible adults ,we need people around to help put everything that they’ve learned all these years together …to support em in all walks of lyf,and keep their secrets hidden between the layers…Its here that we start to crave for that love and affection that we’ve lost somewhere down the years …to accommodate things that had seemed more important….and mostly try to find that one true match-a friend ,a soulmate,just anybody who could share everything-somebody who can keep up our lives in 1 piece!!

This is where we begin to let us fall ,to get entangled into that wordly web of lies ,deceits ,hopes n dreams-a world where nobody can survive without that mask on the face…This is where it gets hard to tell one piece from the other…This is where it becomes imposible to tell where it all started….

STAGE 5.THE GRILLING

Whoa…can u resist that sweet smell of the sandwich grilling inside the oven,teasin u with every breath u take,calling u to have a byte…

But there’s something more happening than just grilling….Notice the gradual colour changes taking place in the bread…it becomes a shade of yellow at first ,at scatterd places,and then goes on to take a golden hue..until it becomes black at some places and golden –brown at the others….

Yeah, u guessed it right..this is the stage where one actually begins to fight the battles of life…tensions,depressions,illness,responsibilities …U become a responsible adult now and even start makin ur own grilled sandwiches,ur charm does increase and u have finally settled down….but what about this oven of lyf…it leaves you with marks deeper than any thing can ever erase…giving u memories to live with and people to die for…and everythin just leaves such a lasting impression on your persona…

And what about that time when you look in the mirror-and find the wrinkles slowly takin the place of that flawless skin and the vigour of youth fading away surreptitiously…

STAGE 6.THE GRILLED SANDWICH

This is the moment we’ve all waited for –the grilled sandwich finally comes out from the open ,hot and steaming –with a smell so irresistible that u wanna take it in with one big byte!!

That’s precisely when we’ve been there ,done that…We’ve grown old and gained that precious experience lyf could have given us…. Celebrated all the victories and cried our hearts out for the smallest of failures…We’re bruised but not broken,and everything that we initially got with us is still very much there,and after all these years of toil,it tastes so much better now…There’s nothing that we change now,and there’s nobody who wants to change us …

Left to the mercy of the one who’s gonna eat us-God ,in our case ,we let ourselves flow to feel the high of that sweet poison-only to meet the end…and fade away into the hallows of time….

Now I lay me down to sleep..I pray the lord my soul to keep…If I should die before I wake..I pray the Lord my soul to take…

MIRROR MIRROR ON D WALL...

About Me

I've learned that life is like a roll of toilet paper..The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I've learned...that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we
ask for.
I've learned...that money doesn't buy class.
I've learned...that it's those small daily happenings that make life so
spectacular.